Sing
Sing me a song
It doesn’t matter how long
Just to experience
Finally not being delirious
For when I lay alone at night
I feel strangely empty
Because when I call your name
There will be
No answer
Who will sing me to sleep
And fix this way to deep
Gash in my heart
Where your name was mangled apart
I guess we’ll never know
For this is home
Locked and so alone
Cause you’re such a amazing lier
But you’ll never get to know
That I’m an ugly crier
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Author:
Lexi Pompa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 29th, 2023 10:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I write what’s in my heart
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Comments1
Read the poem and really liked it and then noticed I would not have been close if I were to have guessed your age. But that better cuz it doesn’t and shouldn’t matter and I think you will be a champion.
Thank you so much! It means the world to me. I grew up in a way that made me very mature for my age. So the only way I could truly express myself was through poetry. One of the only things I wanted in life was to be recognized for that. So, god bless you and thank you for the forever inspiration and impact you had made on me in my journey to success!!!
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